I heard that one song on the radio today.
You know, the one you told me about a few months ago.
I’m growing to hate it. No. Hate is too strong. I dislike it.
Is that alright with you? That I don’t like it anymore? I wouldn’t want to hurt those fragile feelings of yours. I’ve done it too many times already. Sorry about that.
I used to like it.
Actually, I used to love it. Just like I used to love you.
Well…
I still love you. That’s alright too, isn’t it? That I love you still? Even if I don’t like that song? The one that you said is ours? Is that a bad thing? I don’t think so… Am I hurting your feelings again? I don’t mean to. I’m sorry.
I’m out of excuses as to why I don’t like the song. You keep trying to play it, but the CD isn’t really static-filled in my earphones, and it’s not really skipping. I just don’t want to hear it.
How can I tell you that?
I take a deep breath.
The words come out.
Such a small feat… Such a small deal, really.
But it’s big for you. The earphones are suddenly on the floor, so is the player. My earlobes hurt from where the buds were jerked out. My eyes sting from the water welling in them as my heart aches from listening to you rage.
Why is it such a big deal?
Why… are we, us, lovers, such a big deal?
Everything is that way to you.
I guess it’s my fault.
I’m sorry, again.
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